I would probably enjoy it more if during all my spare hours I didn't have to read the packaging of items for these people, carry their expensive desks to their more expensive cars, and deal with their constant existential freakouts relating to the fact that the file folder they like no longer exists. Christ.

I would probably enjoy it more if during all my spare hours I didn't have to read the packaging of items for these people, carry their expensive desks to their more expensive cars, and deal with their constant existential freakouts relating to the fact that the file folder they like no longer exists. Christ.

At least I don't have to clean their toilets anymore.

Heh. Similarly I might enjoy the company of my classmates more if I didn't have to wait hand and foot on their entitled, idiotic yuppie parents.Of course, compared to most of the students at UC, the yuppie larva here are like hobos and vagabonds, I'm sure.

I got an email from my landlord today blaming our poor housekeeping practices for his inability to rent the apartment. It really shocked me because we spent hours cleaning each time he said he was coming to show the apartment. I think perhaps he's just looking for someone to blame for the fact that he can't get $1250/qtr (the new, jacked up price) out of such a shabby place.

I'm uncertain because I was just asked to teach a class that I think would be really, really fun to teach. It's also a class that my office roommate, who I like a lot (and whose contract here runs out just before that class starts, with indefinite plans for the future, but I know she is working on ways to continue working here, including some teaching options, none of which is definite at this point), taught in previous years. There's only one teaching slot for that class. Of course, it probably won't help her in any way if I turn down the offer, but still. I feel bad.

I doubt it. I forgot to ask when it was offered to me, too, so I'm not sure whether I should be the one telling her the news. She's not around today.

It's a class about sound technologies and cultural practice, for MA students. The "examination" is in the form of a radio documentary on a topic of their choice (related to the topic, obviously), based on some research of their own. I guess you kind of see why I don't want to say "no" to this?

I guess it'll be OK as long as someone tells her about it openly and honestly and she doesn't learn it by accident later? I don't really know if it should be you or the person who offered you the job - but if you feel a bit uncomfortable about it, then by all means bring it up.

I think I finally broke my internet addiction. I'm barely even watching movies. Apparently abrupt transitions from barely-existing workweeks to crushing workloads will do that. But now I'm sitting in a hotel in Philadelphia, unable to sleep even though my plane for home leaves in eight hours, finding some really fun stuff on the internet--I especially liked the recent posts on Feministing about the Illinois College Republican who sent an inadvertently non-anonymous misogynist hatemail and then got his name published. Shit like that makes me remember why I enjoy squandering time online.

Also, I might get this job I was here to interview for. In which case I guess I'd have to move to Philadelphia. One of the things I like about my life is that I made an abrupt decision about eight years ago to lead a transient life, and I've adhered to that plan reasonably well. On the other hand, transience is a pain in the fucking ass. And I don't know about this place, though it was neat to go stroll Center City at 11pm and see people out walking--very un-L.A. But I like L.A. So, much to uncertainize about.

but yeah, i dunno, i probably won't get the damn thing anyway and will face another year of heavy commuting and no health insurance. but i do like living with my lady, after a year apart. so that's another factor to throw in to the uncertainty.

*sigh* You always have to be the smartest person in the room, don't you? Fine. So Philadelphia does get unbearably hot and humid in the summer. You would be far from G. and, truth be told, I've only been there once, and probably wouldn't see you if you moved there anyhow. . . I'm just glad to see you here. Good luck finding something permanent soon!